Staircase of Souls

Winding staircase in the dark,

knowing not how far apart.

Endless down, and still I go.

Feeling deep, I never know,

closer to beginning or end;

the surface merely crypt pretend.

But, further down, I sink below.

One hundred souls, alone.

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